Littlefield
written by Jennings/Murrah
Lyrical help would be much appreciated...most of this is before my time.
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I was born in '37, a sharecropper's son
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Out on the great south plains
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There in the suburbs of a dryland cotton patch
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In the middle of a west Texas rain
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And for all of you folks out there in radioland who don't know what a West Texas rain is,
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Well that's what's commonly known as a sandstorm
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Remember that, you'll need it later
I guess times were hard but livin' was easy
We always found a way to survive
Fried chicken and gravy and an old tune off the guitar
Was enough to keep a country boy alive
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And on Saturday afternoons it was Lester Pruitt's "The Picture Show"
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On Saturday's nights is the Grand Ol' Uproar from Nashville Tennessee, take it away boys
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Lookin' back now and thinkin' it over
Life was like an old country song
My mama taught me the melody and daddy taught me the chords
I made the words up on my own
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And sometimes it didn't rhyme, but they always had a reason,
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Even if it was unbeknownst to no one but myself
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I guess all that west Texas sand in my crawl, that's what make me so mean
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I'd bet I was the only boy ever expelled from Sunday school
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Lover, fighter, wild-horse rider, and purty dern good windmill maker
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Look out world, here I come